iScare.com

New Halloween Group in AZ!

Greetings to all my fellow haunters, “Especially”
those of you who reside in ARIZONA…

I’m posting to this list today to announce something
“Real special” for all of you Arizona Haunters… I
invite you all to please join me in christening the
“AZ Halloween & Special Effects Association” Please
follow the link on the bottom of this message, click
on the “Discussion Forums” tab at the top of the page
and then create your account so you can join in on all
the fun...

SO COME ON AZ HAUNTERS GET YOUR HAUNT ON, JOIN
TODAY!!!

I’m looking forward to getting this group moved to the
next level with Make & Takes, Zombie walks and other
fun, fun events…

Haunting Regards,

Specter

www.azhsea.com

Tales from the Carnival

Little Snow Pixie

The little snow pixie went out to play,
she was stuck inside all day.

Inside her lonely world where no one really cares,
people are cold as ice in how they stare.

Stare into her beautiful hazel eyes
for they will find a pleasant surprise.

Her heart is pure and fun and her hair glistens like the sun,
not giving up hope, she is set forth to find the one,

The one who will accept her for who she is,
full of emotions and fun as a little kid!

Roll into the snow and then make a large ball,
add two more and what is it called?

Tis a snowman so pure and heavenly white,
he will add plenty of smiles to everyone's delight!

Add a carrot, buttons, hat, scarf and coat,
he looks so handsome, she laughs and gloats!!

Lie in the snow and spread out those arms and legs,
make a snow Angel, she pleads and begs.

But no one is a kid at heart.
There is no one to play with, from the start.

Tease and torment her that they do,
her heart is now broken, where is the glue?

Little Snow Pixie sat on the frozen ground,
lonely is she, no one else is around.

Warmth from the, sun gives her hope
climbing a little farther, she pulls on the rope,

A rope to a new adventure in her life,
where she will be loved and become a wife.

A wife to a man who adores her to death
and who makes her laugh, until her least beating breath.

So play in the snow and make a mess,
just be sure to be warmly dressed.

Reaper

Come before thee and let me see thee, said the man in black.
Do you want to die instantly or hang on, several days, from a heart attack?
The man gulped in fear from his visit with death's door, the Reaper Man.
"No, no, no" the man shook and cried, "please, please, please don't let me die!"
The Reaper laughed his evil sound as no other living soul was around!
"Tis time to depart this world in which you live, you can't truely love and have nothing more to give" yelled the Reaper!!
He swung open his black cape and he took a stake and rammed it into the man's heart. He took his soul and brought him back home to what is known as HELL!
Fire and heat, misery not sweet, is what the man is doomed to feel.
For he has hurt enough people, making them cry and making them squeal!
Justice has been paid to several people that day, when the death of the man was announced!
Joy and happiness overlapped many, making them want to pounce!
Pounce and reclaim life and ever lasting love, many thanked the man, up above!
The Reaper laughed as the man rattled and rolled, in the chains of life that he stole.
Stole from those who had hearts of gold and who will now live happily until they are too fragile and old.

Heart of Thorns

Heart of Thorns

In darkness she wept
Im my arms she slept
In faith we fell
Where trust was kept.

I sent her my promise
She sent me her dreams.
In truth we know
Love isn't what it seems.

I gave her a dagger
To ward off her foes.
In time wounds heal,
But the pain still grows

Twisting this dagger
She smiles as she waits.
The essense of life
Fades with my fate.

No better pain
Can a man endure
Than the laughter she makes
As death draws near.

I entered her heart
T'was warm and alive.
Once caught inside,
I felt the touch of her knife.

Blackened with evil,
She drained all I was.
A souless woman
She exists for this cause.

My soul feels cold
My lifeless dreams are spent
I ask You to forgive her
Inspite her intent.

I drift in darkness now.
I die by her scorns.
A grave I request
In her heart of thorns.

IMG]http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f107/rpggmrmom/sin%20art/2473.jpg[/IMG]

Come Home

"Heed the host of terror, his words of warn, in haste.
These, the shells you bear are only but a taste.
I smell the essense you hold within.
A weightless morsel, wasted in time by the deeds you held more precious than your own life.
Thrash in your own horrors you built along the years of old...for I the Keeper of the Gates of Hell shall gather you up before you are cold.
A just dessert you serve to me, for others have made my meals.
Swim upon the burning souls, and listen to their squeals. Like swine fattened for the slaughter to be served upon buffets of rich, I feel your souls run through my veins like heroin's forbidden itch.
Cry out in agony. Feel the pang of the sting of fire...I know your soul better than you,
I built your funeral pyre.
I call you home now, to join your loved and lost souls...for they have been here all along
Like you...they dug their own holes." (Exhumer...2006)

Dark Cloud of Evil

She wants to die and she knows why,
there are many black clouds, in her sky.

Multiply they do, each and every day,
no matter how many nice words, she has to say.

Emotions so thick it takes up her breath,
perhaps this what is simply called death.

Use her they do, to cook and clean,
treated with no respect, they are just mean.

Mean as evil who grows like cancer,
who was the man who looked like a dancer?

All the correct steps he waltzed to the beat,
now she is lost, out on the street.

A street called dead end, with no where to go,
visited by her favorite author, Edgar Allen Poe.

The Raven she loved more than a dove,
simple and black, like a verbal attack!

Attack her self esteem since she was young,
wishing the attacker soon would be hung.

Hung up to stop the abuse she did take,
fate stepped in and quiet took stake.

Drugs, booze and porn all he adorned,
coming home to him, was like a thunder storm.

Escaping the hell is not what it seems,
now she will be lonely, for then it seems.

Move in with what he tells her to,
giving up her pets, makes her blue.

Slit cut her throat for she can't take the pain,
living without them, will make her insane.

For they are her children but he doesn't care,
he loves not his daughters, just an empty, mean stare.

A stare with no tears of no remorse,
pain of pure hell, has taken it's course.

Die she does want, so let it be,
she is now poor and won't accept charity.

Love she will never have, for evil is here,
she is a witch and not a kind dear.

Why else would she suffer since she was one,
like is pure pain, it is not fun.

Let her world end, she wants to die,
black clouds smother her being, up in the sky.

Suffocation

Suffocation engulfs her lungs as they breathe in poison and pain,
kindess is a sin and these men are all insane!
Selfishness pumps the heart they have inside,
making her run and wanting to hide.
Hide in fear of the cruelty and coldness they breathe into her face,
very painful memories that can not be erased!
Embedded within her heart, mind and soul,
how can they continually be so cold?
Use her and abuse her they slap her down,
she use to laugh alot, much like a clown!
Now she just frowns and paints on a false smile,
will they die soon or haunt her for a while?
Their memories are buried deep inside her heart,
she should pack up and leave NJ, for a fresh start?
But she has no money to start a new life,
and she is too weak, so give her a knife.
A knife to cut all the memories these four have obtained,
or she will surely go insane.
Insane believing that life is a black pitt,
filled with horrible people who breathe and then spit!
Spit in her face of all the goodness she bestowes,
for the darkness is getting colder as it continues to grow.
Grow an endless root, so thick and strong,
crying each time sadness comes along.
Breathe no more pollution on her golden heart,
for she is loving and deserves to re-start.
Res-start her motor of all that is good,
until somehow this is explained and understood.
Things happen for a reason or so they say,
suffocation of their breath, is what will make her day.

October Fun

She fell down into the leaves and then the mold made her sneeze!
Along came a breeze and then she felt a squeeze!
She looked up and saw a clown, who helped her up from the ground.
She wiped the dirt from her leg and introduced herself as Meg.
The clown took her hand and softly kissed it so, which made her blush and her skin began to glow!
It glowed a Halloween orange and not a blushing pink.
Stunned the clown sat on the ground and he began to think!
Ah ha Halloween was in the air he thought to himself, at least it was not Christmas time or she might blush, green as an elf!
The clown began to laugh and then Meg began to smile, for she was trick or treating and had only walked a mile.
A mile before she fell into the pile of leaves, that suddenly forced her to give out a giant sneeze!
She asked the clown to come along and have some fun. For it was very early and they could enjoy the sun!
The sun that shined on all the beauty, on this Halloween day.
It sure made everyone enjoy trick or treat, in every way!
Hours and hours had passed on by, as they collected the candy,
Meg and the clown thought this day was just delightful and dandy!

Storm of Delight

The moon was shining full that night.
It was Halloween Eve and there was a chill in the air.
Then suddenly she felt a stare!
A stare that burnt into her soul, a stare so hot it felt like the fire on a coal!
The eyes appeared into her window and pierced full of desire and lust!
They begged for her mercy, so she opened the door.
He soon walked right onto her floor.
He who wore black, from head to toe, with eyes that glimmered like a frightened doe!
His breath smelled of mint and his skin of musk, soon she once again, felt heavy desire and lust!
He walked in front of her fireplace, so warm.
Lightening crackeled the sky, as it started to storm!
Hail as big as little pumpkin ghourds fell from the sky,
it brought excitement and fascination, into his eyes!
His cloak of black was made of wool and kept him very warm,
good thing it was not all wet, from the wicked October storm!
He glanced at the fair maiden and his eyes spoke for him.
For soon they were embraced.
She then screamed out as the the lights became dim!
He took her neck and kissed it softly, and she moaned and enjoyed it so.
The taste for blood overwhelmed his appetite as he piecered her skin with his fangs!
She flickered her eyes and moaned uncontrollably as he sucked her sweet blood.
Soon her heart stopped beating.
She became a creature of the night who immensley enjoyed this delight, which was the hunger for blood.
Slept she did in a coffin, that was protected in a vault.
Lady Creature of the night, enjoying the storm and the fright,
feeds upon her victims, with a heartily delight!